There was once a princess named Lucia, lived in a palace with a prince named Romeo, when the princess went to the garden were the Prince with a rose she gave and said Let's walk, the two clung to the hand and walked through the garden and the prince knelt down and told me you want to marry the princess said that if they married in a church.

All come, his grandmother and all the guests came to the banquet ate a pie and Grandma gave her a pink dress. They lived very happily so Perdisa.

In a small town lived a wealthy merchant. He was very kind and charitable. He had a son, who had unfortunately fallen into a bad company. Many times the merchant advised his son not to go with the bad company. But all in vain. “Please, do not advise me what to do, my father. I know what is good for me and I know what to do,” said the son.

One day, a great saint came to the town. The merchant went to the saint, sought his blessings and said, “My spoilt son is the only cause of my worry. Please help me.”

After few minutes of contemplation, the saint replied, “Send your son to my Ashram tomorrow morning. I will talk to him.”

Next morning, the merchant sent his son to the Ashram of the saint. There the saint asked the son to pluck a flower of rose from the garden of the Ashram. The son did as asked by the saint. Then the saint asked the son,”Smell it and feel its fragrance, my son.” The boy did so. Then saint showed the son a sack of wheat said, “Keep the rose near the sack.” The boy followed the instructions.

After an hour, the saint asked the boy to smell the rose again. “How does it smell now?” the saint asked the boy. The boy smelt the rose and said, “It smells as good as before.” Then the saint said, “Hmm! Now keep the rose near this sack of jaggery.” The boy did so.

After an hour, the saint asked the boy to smell the rose again. “Is there any change in the fragrance?” the saint asked the boy. “No. it smells as fresh as before,” replied the boy.

Then the saint said, “Boy, you should be like this rose, giving the fragrance to everyone but at the same time not letting the bad smell rub on to you from anyone. Your good qualities are your strength. You should not lose them in bad company.”

The boy understood the saint’s words and wisdom. “I am grateful to you, O Saint, for opening my eyes,” said the merchant’s son.

From that day onwards, he was honest and charitable like his cultured father.

Fuente:https://snackpreview.blogspot.com/2012/02/adelanto-del-corto-de-pixar-la-luna.html

Long time ago, there lived a King. He was lazy and liked all the comforts of life. He never carried out his duties as a King. “Our King does not take care of our needs. He also ignores the affairs of his kingdom.” The people complained.

One day, the King went into the forest to hunt. After having wandered for quite sometime, he became thirsty. To his relief, he spotted a lake. As he was drinking water, he suddenly saw a golden swan come out of the lake and perch on a stone. “Oh! A golden swan. I must capture it,” thought the King.

But as soon as he held his bow up, the swan disappeared. And the King heard a voice, “I am the Golden Swan. If you want to capture me, you must come to heaven.”

Surprised, the King said, “Please show me the way to heaven.” “Do good deeds, serve your people and the messenger from heaven would come to fetch you to heaven,” replied the voice.

The selfish King, eager to capture the Swan, tried doing some good deeds in his Kingdom. “Now, I suppose a messenger will come to take me to heaven,” he thought. But, no messenger came.

The King then disguised himself and went out into the street. There he tried helping an old man. But the old man became angry and said, “You need not try to help. I am in this miserable state because of out selfish King. He has done nothing for his people.”

Suddenly, the King heard the golden swan’s voice, “Do good deeds and you will come to heaven.” It dawned on the King that by doing selfish acts, he will not go to heaven.

He realized that his people needed him and carrying out his duties was the only way to heaven. After that day he became a responsible King.

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One day, Robert came home early from school. Robert was very tired and hungry. Nobody was home. His parents were working, his brother was still in school, and his sister was playing with friends.

Dinner was not ready, and Robert wanted to eat something. Robert decided to make a big ham sandwich. He loved to eat ham. He thought ham was delicious. Robert wanted to make the biggest ham sandwich in the world.

Robert sat at the table to daydream about making the sandwich. He closed his eyes and thought about big spoonfuls of fresh mayonnaise, lots of mustard, big pieces of green lettuce, juicy red tomatoes, several slices of white cheese and yellow cheese, and of course, the best part -- one dozen thick slices of delicious Canadian ham!

Oh, and the bread! The bread would be baked in a brick oven! It would be soft and hot inside, with a nice golden crust outside, and plenty of butter and mayonnaise. Oh, and some olives! There had to be black olives and green olives! Oh, and a few sliced pickles, and...

When Robert's family eventually came to the kitchen to eat, they found Robert sleeping at the table with a smile on his face. "Oh, how precious and cute!", they said. "Robert is sleeping. Don't bother him. We made a delicious ham sandwich for him, but he's sleeping now. When he wakes up, he can eat chicken soup."

So Robert continued to dream about his ham sandwich, and about how ham sandwiches were better than any other food, especially chicken soup. ROBERT HATED CHICKEN SOUP!!

Fuente:https://cdejblanco.blogspot.com/2012/05/great-sandwich.html

King Vikramaditya was known for his justice and kindness. Even Gods sought his help in setting issues. In his kingdom, no one was unhappy. His people loved him and were proud of him.

Once, the Vikramaditya decided to build a palace on the riverbank. He ordered his ministers to survey the site and start the work. The laborers were put to work and in a few days the palace was ready. Before bringing the King to show the palace, the minister decided to take a final look.

“Splendid!” the minister exclaimed, looking at the palace. Then suddenly his eyes fell on something and he shouted, “What is that? I did not see that before.” All the laborers and the soldiers turned around. There was a hut just a few steps away from the palace gate. “What is this hut doing here?” shouted the minister and added, “And whom does it belong to?”

“Sir, it belongs to an old woman. She has been living here for a long time,” replied a soldier.

The minister walked up to the hut and spoke to the old lady. “I want to buy your hut. Ask for anything,” he said.

“I am sorry, Sir. I can not accept your offer. My hut is dearer to me than my life. I have lived in it with my late husband and I want to die in it,” the old lady said.

The minister tried to tell her that her hut would spoil the charm of the newly constructed palace. But the old lady was strong in her stance and she was ready to face any consequences and any punishment. She refused to sell her hut to the King. The matter was then taken to the King.

The wise and generous king thought for a while, and then said, “Let the old lady have her hut where it is. It will only add to the beauty of the new palace.” Then turning to the minister, the King said, “Let us not forget that what seems ugly to us may be precious to someone else.”

The people then realized why their king was so highly respected by all the people and by all other neighboring kingdoms.

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Thousands of years ago, there lived a King. His people loved him since he looked after their needs well. At the end of every month, he would invite some noble men of his Kingdom to analyze his work and advised him.

The King built many things. Every year he would rebuild his palace and every time it looked better that before. “Marvelous! Unmatched!!” the couriers would praise and the King would feel elated.

One day the King thought, “This year, I will build the perfect palace, with all comforts. It should be praised not only within my kingdom, but also by the people of the neighboring states.”

The next day, the King worked out a perfect design for his perfect palace. After finalizing it, he handed it over to the builders and masons. In about a month, the perfect palace of the King’s dream was ready. The King invited noblemen of his kingdom, as well as the neighboring states, to get their opinions about the palace.

“Unbelievable! Indeed, it is a perfect palace,” cheered the noblemen in unison. But a saint standing in the corner was silent.

The King wondered why the saint was silent, when everyone was praising his palace. He walked up to the saint and said, “Please tell, O Saint, why you are silent. Is not my palace perfect?”

The Saint replied in a calm voice, “Dear King! Your palace is strong and will last forever. It is beautiful but not perfect, since the people living in it are mortals. They are not permanent. Your palace will live forever but not the people in it. That is why I am silent. Man is born with empty hands and so does he die.”

The King thanked the saint for his wise words and never tried to build a perfect palace again.

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There was once on a time a little girl whose father and mother were dead, and she was so poor that she no longer had any little room to live in, or bed to sleep in, and at last she had nothing else but the clothes she was wearing and a little bit of bread in her hand which some charitable soul had given her. She was, however, good and pious. And as she was thus forsaken by all the world, she went forth into the open country, trusting in the good God.

Then a poor man met her, who said: "Ah, give me something to eat, I am so hungry!" She reached him the whole of her piece of bread, and said: "May God bless it to thy use," and went onwards. Then came a child who moaned and said: "My head is so cold, give me something to cover it with." So she took off her hood and gave it to him; and when she had walked a little farther, she met another child who had no jacket and was frozen with cold. Then she gave it her own; and a little farther on one begged for a frock, and she gave away that also.

At length she got into a forest and it had already become dark, and there came yet another child, and asked for a little shirt, and the good little girl thought to herself: "It is a dark night and no one sees thee, thou canst very well give thy little shirt away," and took it off, and gave away that also.

And as she so stood, and had not one single thing left, suddenly some stars from heaven fell down, and they were nothing else but hard smooth pieces of money, and although she had just given her little shirt away, she had a new one which was of the very finest linen. Then she gathered together the money into this, and was rich all the days of her life.

Fuente:https://polarbearstale.blogspot.com/2012/03/star-money-by-brothers-grimm.html

Once upon a time there was a good old woman who lived in a little house. She had in her garden a bed of beautiful striped tulips.

One night she was wakened by the sounds of sweet singing and of babies laughing. She looked out at the window. The sounds seemed to come from the tulip bed, but she could see nothing.

The next morning she walked among her flowers, but there were no signs of any one having been there the night before.

On the following night she was again wakened by sweet singing and babies laughing. She rose and stole softly through her garden. The moon was shining brightly on the tulip bed, and the flowers were swaying to and fro.

The old woman looked closely and she saw, standing by each tulip, a little Fairy mother who was crooning and rocking the flower like a cradle, while in each tulip cup lay a little Fairy baby laughing and playing.

The good old woman stole quietly back to her house, and from that time on she never picked a tulip, nor did she allow her neighbors to touch the flowers.

The tulips grew daily brighter in color and larger in size, and they gave out a delicious perfume like that of roses. They began, too, to bloom all the year round. And every night the little Fairy mothers caressed their babies and rocked them to sleep in the flower cups.

The day came when the good old woman died, and the tulip bed was torn up by folks who did not know about the Fairies, and parsley was planted there instead of the flowers. But the parsley withered, and so did all the other plants in the garden, and from that time nothing would grow there.

But the good old woman's grave grew beautiful, for the Fairies sang above it, and kept it green – while on the grave and all around it there sprang up tulips, daffodils, and violets, and other lovely flowers of spring.

Fuente:https://www.foundus.com/faerie/cyber_poems.htm